The drinks came. Larry gulped his and ordered another. His complete silence baffled Sheila, who finally said:
“Surely it isn’t anything I did.”
“You? Don’t be silly.”
“Well! After the way you said that I don’t know if I should be glad or not.”
“Just forget it. I’m sorry, kid. I—” He reached out and touched her hand. His own hand was damp and cold.
“Going to tell me, Larry?”
“Listen. What’s a guy supposed to do if he overhears something he’s not supposed to overhear, and—”
“How should I know unless you tell me what you overheard? It is you you’re talking about, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. I was going off duty, walking by officer quarters and … oh, forget it. I better not tell you.”
“I’m a good listener, Larry.”